It is puzzle time. We spend the morning working a jigsaw puzzle. By noon its looking ok to head out so we pile our plunder (including long pants and windbreakers) into the boat and head out. Our neighbor calls out as we pull away from shore, “we limited out across from mile marker 5”. Ok then, that’s where we are heading.
Advice also says fish are at 40 feet. Check, three poles out with bait at 40ft. We drift and wait “patiently”. Fish on! Of course, Kent is the one that has the bite. He has the biggest grin as it swims deeper and peels off more line. It isn’t a long fight but it is a satisfying one as a huge lake trout comes into view. Dip net in hand I do my part getting it into the boat. 29” long and an estimated weight of 25 pounds. Note: Kent has a fish weighing scale on his Christmas list. It’s his first lake trout catch ever and they are supposed to be tasty; but, we don’t have trout stamps on our license so back into the lake it goes. Kent seems to prefer catching to eating anyway. We float a while longer but with no luck.

No more rain for now so tonight is campfire night. There are lots of people in camp but things are quiet enough to enjoy a few hours contemplating the flames and basking in the wood smoke. We have all the fixings so we end the day with s’mores. MMMMM